The Ivory Silence
The castle of Zell sat atop a jagged spire of the Austrian Alps, a monolith of white marble and frozen grief. Baron Von Zell was a man who had long since ceased to exist in the eyes of the world. He lived in the library, a room of towering mahogany shelves and dust-motes that danced in the pale winter light. He was a collector of silences, a man who had spent his fortune on the rarest books and...
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